Smother - Daughter

I’m wasted, losing time

I’m a foolish, fragile spine

I want all that is not mine

I want him but we’re not right

In the darkness I will meet my creators

And they will all agree, that I’m a suffocator

I should go now quietly

For my bones have found a place

To lie down and sleep

Where all my layers can become reeds

All my limbs can become trees

All my children can become me

What a mess I leave

To follow

To follow

To follow

To follow

In the darkness I will meet my creators

And they will all agree, that I’m a suffocator, suffocator, suffocator

Oh love

I’m sorry if I smothered you

I’m sorry if I smothered you

Sometimes I wish I’d stayed inside

My mother

Never to come out